Not Exactly a Startling Conclusion
Instead of doing something remotely productive today, I spent a solid chunk of my evening reading a truly brain-liquefying amount of DC Comics from the mid-sixties.
Admittedly, this was a better way to spend my time than what I did this afternoon, which saw me wandering aimlessly through the saddest video store I've ever been in, wondering if I should shell out three bucks to get a used VHS copy of 9 1/2 Ninjas, which, according to the tagline on the box, was "the first erotic martial arts action comedy."
I still don't know if I made the right choice.
Regardless, I feel like I should point something out about Silver Age DC Comics:
Clothing in the Silver Age turns against its owner with alarming regularity.
Seriously. Stuff like this happens to Superman all the time, but when the logo on your shirt starts shooting death-rays at your friends, it requires a bit of explanation.
Needless to say, the sequence of events leading to a tragic emblem-laser mishap involves irrigation ditches, meteor showers, red kryptonite, prophetic dreams, talking microbes, a conveniently-located spaceship, and the Parasite, who isn't even in the story.
So, not nearly as complex as Lois Lane's Ren-Faire marriage to a Super-Gnome.